Chapter 28
ELIAS
I watched Abigail and Seneca snuggle, which warmed my heart. I was deeply moved by how they leaned on each other while building dreams together. I loved their witty comebacks and how they held each other accountable for what they promised one another. Reilly and I were the same way, which reminded me I owed him a call.
He picked up right away. ”Hey, loser. Did you get the girl?”
I scoffed. ”Of course I got the girl. Why would you doubt me?”
”Because you”re pathetic with women when you”re stressed, that”s why.”
”Fuck off, loner. Did your woman ever come back to you?” It was a dick move, and his answer confirmed it.
”As it happened, she didn”t, and I told her not to bother calling again. Apparently, Pierre didn”t live on a small town farm. He was sophisticated and dumped a bunch of money on her shallow ass.”
My friend was hurting, and I could only help with a distraction. ”Can you get someone to watch the farm for a few days and come over to Mystic? I have a shit-ton of work that needs more than two hands.” Silence echoed through the phone.
”It”s possible. Ed owes me a few favors. Will Abigail mind?”
Good question.”She”s been wanting to meet you, so I”m sure she”ll be okay with it.” I wasn”t mentioning Seneca. She”d distract him just fine.
”Let me work out the details, and I”ll call you later. Send me the address.”
”It”s about time you listened to me. We”ll have a great time. I”ll teach Abigail how to make barbeque and set up a bonfire. See you soon, dork.”
”Who were you talking to?” The long T-shirt she wore as she towel-dried her hair boiled my blood.
”Who? Oh, that was Reilly. His joke-of-a-girlfriend dumped him, and I invited him down for a few days. Are you cool with that?”
I made all sorts of assumptions, and, like Reilly, she needed a distraction before answering. I pulled her hips to my face and pressed a kiss at her belly button. She dropped the towel and chastised me.
”You”re trying to distract me from the fact that you asked your friend to visit without asking me first. I know you, Elias McGinnis. You”re going to have to get punished for that.”
My eyes hooded hearing the word punishment. I was a bad boy, and she could do anything she wanted to exact her vengeance.
”Be a good boy and take off your clothes and get on the bed.” I did as she said, not wasting a moment as she twisted her hair in a tight knot on her head and affixed it with a rubber band.
”You”ve been a naughty boy, and the mistress of this house will not stand for your insubordination. Do you understand, Elias?” Abigail, the dominatrix. I did not see that coming.
”Yes, ma”am.” She giggled. So much for the scary dominatrix. ”Spread your arms out for me. There.” She turned and reached into a drawer, retrieving a pair of long socks.
”These will make you feel more comfortable while I teach you a lesson. You will listen to every word I say and do everything I ask, and, if you behave, I will reward you with the biggest orgasm of your life.”
”Yes, please. I”ll be a good boy.” Fuck!
”Good.” She tied my wrists to the bedposts, not well, I noted. My sweet girl needed her Eagle Scout to teach her about knots you can”t escape. I played along with her because the scene she set had me on fire.
I lay there as she slowly lifted her shirt, revealing her almost-bare pussy and pert breasts. I noted they were fuller, and her tummy wasn”t as hollow. My girl was fattening up, and I loved what it did for her confidence. She crawled up my body, dragging her breasts along my legs, stopping long enough to press her bosom around my fully erect cock. Her velvet skin and raspberry-red nipples delivered pre-cum to my purple-tipped cock, which she lapped up like a good kitten.
”This is the best punishment ever,” I sighed heavily, realizing I made a terrible mistake.
Abigail stopped immediately and dried off my dick with her hand. ”Well, then, perhaps I need to clarify my point.”
She rolled off my body and the bed and pulled up a Victorian armchair, hanging one leg over the arm, exposing her wet pussy. ”Can you see clearly, baby? Do you need me to come closer?” She taunted me, and my dick ached to have her mouth back to where it started.
”Closer, please,” I begged, but she didn”t move an inch.
”You don”t deserve consideration when you forget to give me mine. You”ll see what you can and imagine what you can”t. Either way, you will neither touch me nor fuck me.” I swear that chair turned her speech into a queen.
She twisted her nipples between her fingers, licking her lips and letting her head loll backward. Fuck, was she gorgeous. My dick stood proud, jerking when she moaned, and I silently begged her to come back to the bed. Abigail ignored me as she slid one hand down to her glistening pussy, looking only peripherally to see my agony. She brought her other hand down to spread her pussy lips and tapped at her engorged clit, and that”s when I lost it.
”I”m sorry! So sorry, Abigail. I didn”t think you”d mind, and you were busy, and-and . . .” My pleading was pathetic and pained. She was right to punish me. I had to remember this was her home, and, until we were married, I didn”t have a stake in this place.
She graced me with a response: ”You should be. I would do anything for you, Elias. I only ask for your consideration when you make plans. I have plans, too, you know: floor restoration and furniture restoration. These things are hard enough to accomplish without having company.”
Shit. She was right. I was going to tear out the carpet in the other bedrooms this weekend, but I needed Reilly for the furniture.
”I forgot, sweetheart. You are right to be upset. I”m very sorry.” She tutted her pink tongue and tapped her finger to her head.
”What to do, what to do.” She walked around the bed to the back staircase and went down buck naked. Too bad I could hear her whole conversation through the vent.
”Hey, babe. Whoa. Did you forget I lived here?” Seneca was at the kitchen table, trolling the web.
”Nope. Elias has been a bad boy, and I”m teaching him a lesson.”
”You”re a badass in the bedroom, girl. Do you want the thing?” Seneca said slyly.
”Both of them.”Abigail returned the tone. Shit. What was in store for me now?
I heard the stairs creak and knew whatever Abigail had planned came from the kitchen, and my mind whirred at all the possibilities. Spatula? Yes! Whip cream? Hell, yes. Tongs? Holy shit, no!
She sidled up to the bed close enough that I could smell her essence. ”Did you miss me, baby?”
My mouth was parched, and I wanted to wet my tongue with her juices. ”So much, sweetheart.”
”I brought you two gifts. Would you like them?” Her seductive words and swaying hips shut down my logical brain, and I could only answer, ”Yes.”
”Good boy. Close your eyes and don”t open them, or we”ll start all over again in the morning. Gulp.
I knew immediately by the sound of the whoosh that she was going to use duct tape on me. Fuck! She better not rip the hair off my chest with that shit, or I”m going to beat her ass red with a flogger. Luckily, she only put it over my mouth. I”d heard stories of athletes taping one of their buddy”s ass cheeks together and ripping it off as a gag, more like hazing—and painfully embarrassing. So far, I was ahead.
Unfortunately, the next item she used was far more painful—a feather duster. For such a big guy, you”d think I had thick skin. Sadly, that was not the case. I”m not ticklish by regular standards, but when Abigail traced my tattoos or the insides of my thighs, my whole body seized up with tingles to the point of pain. Now, she was using it against me, and I had to give her props for her ingenuity.
I couldn”t speak, but I screamed anyway. The tiny flicks she made over my nipples put me close to unconscious. She slowly used her weapon of destruction to obliterate my desire ever to cross her again. My dick leaked and jerked as my body convulsed from her dusting. My feet worked to capture her around her waist, but she was too quick. She spun her body to face my dick so her pussy was over my face, and that”s when I ejaculated onto her.
”Geezuz, fuck, Elias! You got me up the nose.” She sputtered, trying to catch her breath. ”You”re a bad boy coming before I said to. You have another punishment you need to work off now.” She stood up and carefully removed the duct tape, and I took a big breath.
”Fuck, Abigail. I couldn”t help it. You tortured me, and it was hot.”
”I guess you”ll have to put your mouth where the honey is.” She messed up that saying, but I agreed with her intention.
She mounted my face and turned herself back down to my cock. She sucked hard and popped off just the way I liked it. The humming sounds brought her sucks a whole new dimension of pleasure, and I forgot I was being punished. I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, angling my nose to bump her clit. She squirmed each time, allowing me to gather every ounce of her honey. I could tell she was close when she ground her pelvis onto my chin, and I worked vigorously to bring my girl to release.
”Holy shit, that was good.” She dismounted my face and rubbed her tits as I looked over at her wanting more. ”I think I”ll take a shower now.”
”You can”t!”
No sooner did the words leave my mouth than she smacked my dick. ”No more coming for you tonight, mister. I”ll be back soon. Don”t wait up.”
Again, why didn”t I keep my mouth shut? ”Nooo! Goddamn it, Abigail. Finish what you started. I learned my goddamn lesson, now suck me off.”
By the time she went into the bathroom and shut the door, I was free from her binds and stalking her way.
I knew I scared the shit out of Abigail with my beet red face to my fucking purple cock—anger written all over me. When I flung open the door, she ran for the shower, hoping to find refuge. Let me be clear; starting now, there will be no refuge tonight. I lifted her weightless body and wedged her against the shower wall face-to-face. I kissed her hard, taking what was mine. She”d know that I was sorry and that torturing me would only poke the bear.
”I”m going to fuck you right now, so you”d better tell me to stop if you don”t want me to.” I bent to suck the hollow of her neck and waited only a moment before I impaled her with my angry cock.
”Oh! God, Elias,” was all she said as I pummelled her pussy without mercy. Her cries of pleasure and pain didn”t keep me from easing up. She”d lit every nerve in my body tied to her bed, and every one of them needed extinguishing.
”Abby. Yes. My God, woman, you”ve undone me. I”m at your mercy. Please forgive me.”
She pushed my hair from my brow and stared through slitted eyes. We breathed each other”s air as we melted into each other”s arms, letting our passion fuse into one.
”I forgive you,” she whispered, spreading butterfly kisses all over my face. ”Take me to bed, Daddy.”
And that”s why I loved this woman so much.
before finally succumbing to sleep. I woke this morning to my little girl waking me up with her lips tightly wrapped around my cock and wishing me good morning when I unloaded down the back of her throat. She was a greedy little thing, but I would never complain.
Her phone pinged with an incoming email, and I left the bed while she scrolled through her messages.
”Six thousand dollars for the upstairs! I think I”m going to puke.” I knew why she was sticker-shocked. Floor restoration costs a small fortune, but I also had questions about that estimate. I slid on my boxer briefs and walked out of the bathroom.
”Let me guess, your floor restoration guy sent his quote?” Her pouty face confirmed my suspicions.
”Show it to me.” I sat down beside her and saw several items that could save her money.
”Reilly and I will save you more than a grand by ripping up the carpets ourselves. Another is moving every stick of furniture out of those rooms. We”ll need to clean the shed and store all your upstairs furniture there so he can get in and out quickly. Also, have you gotten any other quotes to compare his?”
She shook her head. ”I didn”t have time. We met this guy, and Seneca had him over before we could discuss it. He seems nice, but I don”t know whether he”s taking me for a ride.”
I tucked her under my arm, ”It seems a little high for one floor, but let”s call him and ask what the price would be if we took care of the furniture and carpet. I”ll see if anyone else around here can come by and give you another quote. Always get two or more. Some pretty charming salespeople can empty your bank account.”
”Yeah,” was all she said.
I slipped on my shirt and pants and made a suggestion. ”Let”s go through those bags of junk you found. You might get lucky and find six thousand dollars.” I gave her a wink and headed down the back stairs.
I peered out the side door to see Amy the Great sitting on my shoe. That damn bird had her ownnest. Quietly, I opened the door, trying not to startle her. I stared her down, but she only gurgled, unaffected.
”While I appreciate your contributions to our household, I do not appreciate your ass on my shoe.” I pointed to the decorated basket next to my shoes. ”That is your nest; get in there.” If I wasn’t a patient man, the bird would be in a pan by now, but—instead—I gently lifted her and put her in her designated space, holding a hand up so that she stayed. I will now add ”chicken trainer” to my resume. She stood up, turned a few times, dropped an egg in the basket, and jumped off the porch. Wasn”t she a little stinker?
I grabbed the warm orb and walked into the kitchen, ”Breakfast is served,” I proclaimed. Seneca already had pancakes stacked on the table. So much for my harvesting an egg for breakfast.
”Good morning. How is our bad boy doing today?” I should have known this was coming.
”Why don”t you ask Miss Abigail? She”s limping a little this morning.” I couldn”t hold my laughter.
She poured her coffee and clucked her tongue like Abby did last night. I may have gotten aroused. ”Seems like you two are made for each other. A couple of kinky cats, I”d say.”
”Blow jobs and pussy licking aren”t kinky, Seneca. However, the duct tape and feather duster crossed a line.” She coughed out her drink against the cupboard.
”Whew! I”ve gotta get me some soon. I can”t take you having all the fun.” She rinsed out the sponge from the sink and cleaned up her mess.
”Don”t worry. Good things are coming your way. Be patient.” Little did she know that Reilly would make her blind with satisfaction. That boy loved a challenge.
”Better eat a big breakfast because we have a lot of work today. We can”t do anything until we clean out the garage and go through all the junk Abigail wants to get rid of.”
”That”s right.” Abigail entered the room looking edible. ”I called Micah to help us, and she”ll be here by eleven. I want to start in the garage. Garbage day is Monday, and I want all that crap by the curb.”
”You”re going to need a dumpster. I”ll make the call, but it could be a couple of days before it”s delivered,” Elias offered. “By the way, have you checked your mailbox since you arrived?”
Two young faces stared blankly at me and then at each other. ”Oops.” Where would these two be without me?
ABIGAIL
Working together, we cleaned out the garage before Micah arrived. The plan was to move anything left in the garage to the barn. I mentioned to Elias that there was a possibility the garage had leaked, and he started a list for our next trip to the hardware store.
”We”ll tarp the roof for now, then update it when the upstairs rooms are finished.”
He was the boss of that stuff. I knew I needed to meet with a banker on Monday to see my available funds would cover the floors and the garage roof. With any luck, everything we wanted to eliminate will at least cover the floors. My list of projects was growing, and I began worrying that my eyes were bigger than my pocketbook. I”m not shocked, though the scale had grown dramatically.
Micah arrived wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, very out of character from the two other times we”d met—so much so that I hardly recognized her. She was wearing glasses now, and her hair was in a ponytail. She was cute in a fun-mom kind of way, and she made me feel comfortable and valued.
”Thanks for coming again, Micah. I know we didn”t have time to go through much, but I”ve worked through the lower level, and this stuff isn”t going to fit with my plans. If you see anything you might like, please put it aside. There may be some things of value I”ve overlooked, and I could use your help pointing those out. I will have a yard sale soon and need to know the value of some of these things.” I chuckled over my naiveté.
”I will do my best.”
Between trips to the curb and repacking saleable items into boxes, we had lunch and chatted about the house and its decor.
”Now, here are pieces that might be worth something.” She held up a severely tarnished old silver mirror and a brush with matted-down bristles.
”It”s disgusting. I”d never use it, would you?” I asked quizzically.
”Never!” She shook her head in disgust. ”Except it”s made of silver. If you have an appraiser coming over, get a price on this. You could melt it down and use the silver for something else.” Hmm. I didn”t think of that.
”Great idea, Micah. Thanks.” To her credit, she found several other objects worthy of an appraisal and a box filled with different small trinkets that she said weren”t of value, but she”d enjoy the antique nature of those things. I walked Micah to the door and invited her to come back this summer when I had things more in order.
”I can”t thank you enough, Abigail. This was lovely, and I appreciate your gifts. I”ll treasure them. Let me know about that brush. Together with the mirror, you”re sure to fetch a good price.”
I giggled. She said “fetch.” That”s so old-fashioned, and she wasn”t that old. She was almost out the door when she turned back. ”I forgot to mention my niece, Lindsay. She”s about your age and can help you with your website if you don”t already have a person. She”s very clever and has a good head for business.”
I wrote her number down and flopped onto the sofa, exhausted. Another day zipped by, and I always seemed to get behind no matter how far ahead I got. I was supposed to contact Derrick and forgot. I was also supposed to review those articles Micah had copied for me. There was grocery shopping and bedrooms to sift through—it never ended. Breathe, woman. One day at a time.
Elias wheeled all the stuff we would sell into the garage and stacked the boxes tightly so we could bring down small furniture items tomorrow.
”Are you doing okay, princess?” He handed me some iced tea with a twirly straw. He knows me.
”My brain hurts. So many decisions in one day should be outlawed. Thanks for the drink.” He kissed my forehead and sat beside me.
”You did well, sweetheart. You found some money in that stuff, and I found another floor restoration guy who can come out tomorrow.”
”It”s Sunday. Doesn”t he have a family or church to go to?” I gulped down the whole glass, finishing with a belch.
”Classy, dear. He has both but said he didn”t mind swinging by since his church is a mile away. He”s bringing his family, so hop to it and show these people some Farnsworth hospitality.” I gave him my stink-eye.
”I like your lemon squares. If not for them, make them for me.” He waggled his brows like that would make a difference. It did.
I climbed onto his lap. ”Anything for you.” I pecked his cheek, laid my head on his shoulder, and fell asleep.